O, Mally's MeekMally's Meek, Mally's Sweet |
Robert Burns, 1795
Chorus: Mally's meek, Mally's sweet, Mally's modest and discreet; Mally's rare, Mally's fair, Mally's every way complete.
As I was walking up the street, | 2. It were mair meet that those fine feet Were weel laced up in silken shoon; An' 'twere more fit that she should sit Within yon chariot gilt aboon, Chorus:
3. Her yellow hair, beyond compare, |